Strokes of Genius, Wednesday
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009 05:59 amKatchoo wasn't jumping for joy to go to work about, oh, 99.1% of the time, but for the next three weeks it gave her an excuse to escape the Cabin of Bouncy Cheerful Hell; she might have to take Arthur up on that hunting offer, as bad an idea as that sounded on some levels. She was already, at the very least, considering writing up a prison diary or something.
On the way in to work she'd stopped andhandwavily dropped off that application form (filled out with not her own information, of course) back at the, uh, 'adult novelty' store or whatever the hell kind of stupid euphemism people tended to use when they didn't want to call a sex shop a sex shop. It was a relief that the shop wasn't open when she arrived; that encounter yesterday had been unnerving for several reasons.
Anyway. Mission accomplished, and now work -- which, when she wasn't smoking, sketching, or "helping" someone, largely consisted of fiddling with her new cell phone, since she hadn't gotten around to actually loading music on it yet.
[OOC: You are lost and gone forever, oh my darling OCD. (Apparently not so darling since that's an awfully cheerful way to sing about it, no?) I'm around with a couple of patches of Not Around early in the day; unwitting job application by proxy done by arrangement with
trigons_child, because we're both kinda evil.]
On the way in to work she'd stopped and
Anyway. Mission accomplished, and now work -- which, when she wasn't smoking, sketching, or "helping" someone, largely consisted of fiddling with her new cell phone, since she hadn't gotten around to actually loading music on it yet.
[OOC: You are lost and gone forever, oh my darling OCD. (Apparently not so darling since that's an awfully cheerful way to sing about it, no?) I'm around with a couple of patches of Not Around early in the day; unwitting job application by proxy done by arrangement with